forum Let's Crash Prom! (closed but stalkers are welcome)

Started October 23, 2018 by @SaltyLasagna

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Macy perked up, a wicked grin on his face. "I call the cake, oh and I want to cut holes in cups." She said happily, she may have had too man cups of sugar tea.

Jensen blinked, looking over at him. "Ruining it? How? You're not going to roofie it, are you?" Their eyes widened, and they felt a bit of panic spark in their chest. "Oh god, please don't roofie the punch, we'll literally go to prison."

“You could poke holes in the cups?” Emi suggested, leaning forward a bit. “But that’d take a while.”

"Ah but you see, I have friends in the prom committee. Ruby would probably let me help set stuff up beforehand." Macy explained, yeah she was definitely on a sugar high.

Jensen blinked, looking over at him. "Ruining it? How? You're not going to roofie it, are you?" Their eyes widened, and they felt a bit of panic spark in their chest. "Oh god, please don't roofie the punch, we'll literally go to prison."

Ryder rolled his eyes. "Chill out Jensen, I'm not gonna roofie the punch. Let's just say people are going to be very . . . salty when the drink it," he said, the grin returning to his face.

(slight snort from Emi Oh wait I can write it out)

Emi snorted lightly. “Nice one, Ryder. Niiiice. Real classic.”

Macy rubbed his hands together with an evil grin on his face. "I'm going to text Ruby and see if I can 'Help' set up." He said, using air-quotes,

Was going to make a drug joke but decided against it.//

"Hey that's original, Emi," Ryder said, leaning forward, his elbows on the table. "How many times have you heard of someone pouring just a shit ton of salt in the punch?"

"Ryder, if you need the salt I have it. I was tricking some middle schoolers into thinking it was cocaine, I also had a bunch from baking." Macy offered to him.

“I’ve heard it many many times,” Emi pointed out, “I think we could make something up. Like baking soda.”

"Yeah but baking soda isn't gonna affect the taste. I gotta make it taste absolutely disgusting. I'll just dissolve it in some water beforehand, so I know it'll mix in. Besides," Ryder motioned towards Macy. "Macy's got me covered. Can't let all that salt go to waste."

Emi rubbed her chin. “We could use flour. Then it’d just congeal. We can’t have that… salt sounds good.”

"Nope! We will let the salt flow. It will just be salt in the popular's wounds." Macy laughed, her laugh more like an insane giggle.

"Exactly," Ryder said, leaning back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head in triumph. "So what are you guys doing again?"

“I’m just going to eat. I don’t care much for crashing it.” Emi sat back, disengaging herself from the conversation.

"Cake and cutting up cups," Macy said as her phone dinged, she looked down at it and smiled. "Ruby said I could help set up, she also said that if y'all wanted you could help too."

Sage kept her chin propped up against her palm as she listened to the group? Crashing the prom? As much as she loved to screw around, this just seemed like a terrible way to get expelled or something. She would do a lot of things, but this was not one of those things. She slightly pointed in Emi’s direction, her brows raised a bit as she silently agreed.

Carys sighed and rubbed at her face before fiddling with her ring, a force of habit at this point, "I care what you all are doing but I'm handcuffing people who I think should have gone together. Like, basically making my OTP's become a reality." She shrugged a shoulder and put a foot up onto the table.

Macy squealed happily. "Yes! What people?" He asked, tilting his head. Hahaha, Yeah. I had to much sugar this morning, I also didn't sleep. He frowned. I should've slept.

Carys smirked, "Well, that's just going to be a surprise. Patience Macy, patience." This is gonna be gooood.

Alright, I guess I'll do my description now even though it seems like I'm late:
Name's Deuce, I'm 16 and I have straight short dark brown hair that looks like a reddish brown in the sun, I almost never brush my hair in the morning because either 1) I'm late or 2)I'm too lazy. I got brown eyes like almost everyone in the world and I'm actually not that tall now that I think about (but I'm not that short either so average). I just wear your normal everyday jeans and a t-shirt with converse, and I never leave the house without my jacket. Even though I'm not that bright I would like to say I've managed to get this pretty chill personality about myself, but sometimes that mixes with my depression making me look like I don't care or give two shits.

Love itt, what's your role again?

Thanks and I actually have no clue but if hacking into the system where they play songs and just screwing with that is available then I'd like to have the role or I could just spray ‘I can't believe it's not butter’ on the floor